Chapter 8 Suffering And Confusion

She walked to the seat where Anne had just sat, picked up her coat, put on her clothes one by one, and wrapped up her scarf. After that, she turned into the ordinary Flora with a trace of sadness in her eyes. She took her bag and walked out of the door. William was no longer there. Without thinking too much, Flora walked alone on the noisy street.

The night was always the toughest time for her, because she would recall a lot of things, and only loneliness accompanied her. Standing on the street, a taxi just passed by. Flora raised her hand and the car stopped in front of her.

"Bang!" Flora got in the car and closed the door.

The driver was a man in his more than 40 years old. He looked at the rearview mirror and asked, "Miss, where are you going?"

Flora was stunned. 'Where should I go? Where could I go?' She didn't want to go back to the place where she lived. "Please just send me to the square."

"Okay." The driver started the car and drove forward. Soon they were around by others cars.

When William came out of Dream Garden, he couldn't see Flora. He just went to deal with some things, and she disappeared in such a short time.

He took the car key, opened the door and sat directly on the driver's seat. He started the car at the highest speed. At this moment, William lost control of himself and lost his calmness. Everything was because of that woman, Flora.

When William drove back to Qinghe District, he found that the light in the opposite room was not on. Realizing that Flora hadn't come back yet, he could not help but feel depressed. It was late at night. Why did she like to hang around outside so much? But his watch showed that it was twenty-one fifty. In the past, the night life had just begun, but today William found that it was very late, and people should stay at home.

He turned around and saw a sticky note on the door. He walked to his own door and reached out to take it off. When he saw Flora's message, he smiled and said, "It turns out that this little wild cat is quite conscientious." He couldn't help smiling.

There was a number left by Flora on the note. William took out his mobile phone and input it. When he dialed it, the ring tone that had been ringing all the time made him nervous.

'Why haven't you answered it yet?' William frowned again. Since he met Flora, he had frowned several times.

After getting out of the car, Flora walked alone. The winter night wind was very cold, and her hands were red. Her mind went blank. After a while, she heard the phone in her bag ringing. She opened her bag and took out the phone.

Looking at the strange number on the screen, she wondered who would call her? 'Was it from Grandpa?' Thinking of her grandpa who lived in the town, she answered the phone in a hurry with fear.

Since she was a child, her grandfather was the only family member. If it weren't for the sake of her grandfather's happy life, she wouldn't have come to such a remote place to work. Her grandfather was seventy-three years old this year. Although he was strong, she was afraid that there would be an accident.

"Hello." Flora's voice was a little worried. She found a bench and sat down.

"Flora, where are you? It's so late. Why haven't you come back yet? " William asked in a reproachful tone. Hearing that it wasn't a call from her hometown, Flora calmed down a little.

'But why did Mr. William have my phone number?' Flora thought for a while and remembered that she had left a note for him before she went out. But why should he blame her? Didn't he have a beauty in his arms?

"Mr. William, where am I? Will I go back or not? It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, does it? " Flora's voice was full of alienation. It was as if their relationship had been restored to a stage of ignorance overnight.

Hearing that Flora said they had nothing to do with each other word by word, William's face was especially gloomy. The hand holding the phone was going to crush it. "Flora, where are you? I'll pick you up. "

"........." After a moment of silence, Flora hung up the phone.

No one dared to hang up his phone. Flora was the first one. William was so furious that he went downstairs and drove out. The security guards of the security department were all confused.

City A was so big that William had no idea where Flora was, but he had an idea that he must find her.

More than an hour later, the car stopped because William saw Flora. She was still sitting on the bench, absent-minded, just like the first time they met.

Getting out of the driver's seat, he walked towards her step by step with a coat in his hand. He put the coat on Flora because she was shivering with cold.

Flora raised her head to look at William, who looked pale, and asked weakly, "Mr. William, why are you here?"

"If I don't come, are you going to sit here until dawn?" William said in a bad tone, especially when he saw a drop of tear falling from the corner of Flora's eyes.

'Was she crying for the ex-boyfriend who had abandoned her? Was that man so good? Can't she forget it after a long time?' William didn't realize what he was feeling at all.

Flora didn't want to have too much contact with the man in front of her, because he was so excellent and always appeared when she was the most lonely, giving her warmth. But this kind of man would make her get used to and rely on him. She knew that he couldn't always give warmth, so why should she be greedy for the temporary warmth? Wasn't she used to the coldness?

Sitting on the bench, Flora thought about a lot of things. That was why she looked at William calmly now, which was totally different from her in Dream Garden.

The coat was warm, but it didn't fit her. Flora took it off and handed it to the silent William. "Mr. William, here you are. Thank you, but I don't need it."

He still didn't say anything, but his eyes were full of anger. No one dared to refuse him again and again, but why did she embarrass him like this?

He took the overcoat and said calmly, "Get in the car. It's late now. It's not safe for a girl to be alone on the street. I'll drive you back."

Flora looked into William's eyes and finally nodded, "thank you, Mr. William."

Then William turned around and walked towards his car, followed by Flora. They both looked preoccupied.

'Mr. William? She said it naturally. Didn't she know my identity until now? Or was she just pretending?' William was confused, but he just smiled bitterly. He didn't know why the more she called Mr. William, the more upset he felt.

They sat in the car silently all the way. The speed was not very fast. Flora sat in the seat and rubbed her hands hard. Her hand were so cold. If she did not warm them, she would probably suffer from frostbite.

Out of the corner of his eye, William glanced at Flora. Without saying anything, he just turned up the temperature in the car.